Within her hands were gifts for the damned- you took them all
Crippled self belief earns you a wreath for the future
Black horse in her eyes- unsaddled you ride- naked unto death
Blood pours from the sky, through towers you rage into the fire
Inferno of lust, cremation of self- beyond your control
The [bad word] starts to work- you're lost in your search for [bad word] Her face haunts your fear [2x], fear, fear
She smiles then disappears; her face haunts your fear, your fear [5x]